I just discovered a pair of my husband’s underpants in my gym bag.
I have no explanation for this. His clothes and my clothes don’t even go in the same dresser, and this particular pair of boxers don’t even resemble anything that I own that might cause me to think they’re mine and stuff them in my bag right out of the laundry.
Following this discovery I dumped out my entire gym bag in my cube at work just to double check that the three different pairs of knee high socks that I can only seem to find one of didn’t end up in there as well.
But I do have four sports bras, three pair of socks, a pair of my own underpants, my cycling kit a change of shirt for tonight and sneakers. I like to be prepared because I frequently forget an item or two when packing at 5:30 a.m. Like I apparently did today.
Notice anything missing?
So it’s possible I’m going to have my post-ride beer in my husband’s underpants. Because I’m that awesome.